Chapter 32
Chapter
Thirty-Two
Dimitri
The rest of the wedding I spend watching people dance. My tablemate grinds up against one of the groomsmen. She shoots me finger guns, and I lift my glass toward her. Scott and Tawny say their goodbyes, along with grumbling and strained smiles. The guests file away and I make sure to catch Katya’s eye as I walk away.
There’s one camera facing the front desk, but it’s one of those old ones from the eighties and the red blinking light is off. So either the light or the camera’s not working. I’m going to go with the latter, because the security around here is pathetic. The front desk is empty, and I walk through the unlocked employees only door, scanning the offices until I find what I’m looking for.
Thank God Almighty this door isn’t locked either. Does anyone on this staff have a sense of danger?
Now, I wait.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
I check my watch. It’s been thirty-six seconds. It’s a fucking miracle I’ve been able to wait for Katya for all these years considering I’m so impatient.
Leaning against a desk, I nudge the two chairs in front of it with my foot, spreading the chairs apart. I’ve got plans for them.
Katya walks through the door, eyes blazing with emotions. At first I think it’s lust for me. But the hints of hidden panic say otherwise. “Isabella Marciano is in danger.”
Not where I hoped this evening was going. “Who’s that?”
Kayta throws her arms up in the air. “The woman you were sitting with who yelled at the bride about cake. I overheard the weasel on the phone, talking about Izzy and her location. We need to tell Alana.”
“She’s at the club tonight. She only goes when Joey and I aren’t working, and there’s no cellphones allowed.”
My little otter’s brain works overtime, problem solving. “I could call it in, but then I’m going to get a ton of questions about why I’m protecting the Four Families.”
I push myself off the desk and walk over to the door, shutting and locking it. Katya stands in the center of the space, crossing her arms and glaring at me.
“I’ll call Uri.” As soon as I speak, she relaxes, and I can’t have that. “Go sit on the desk, hike up your skirt, and show me that pussy.”
“Are you serious right now? A woman’s life could be in danger.”
I lean against the door, arms crossed, staring at her. “You better get moving.” She’s about to argue when I lift my hand. “She’s with Lance and he’s probably fucking her brains out. Something that could be happening to you, if you would just listen to me for one fucking second.”
She’s pouty and irritated as she lifts her skirt over her perfect ass. Ideas flash through my mind and my pants get two sizes smaller. She sits on the desk and spreads her legs, but it’s not enough to see.
“Put your feet on the chairs.”
“Make the call.”
Only because Izzy’s life could be in danger and Ian finally has a friend, I press Uri’s name on my phone. When it rings, I motion where she should put her feet. She’s spread open for me as Uri answers the phone.
“Izzy might be in trouble. Can you contact someone to check on her?”
Uri curses on the phone. “Yeah.” His voice is muffled, sounding like his hand is over the speaker. “I’ve got to go, I’ll call you later.”
I growl, “Are you on a date? Who the hell is watching Ian?”
Uri exhales. “Waverly is watching him until I get back. And it was barely a date. But it’s training wheels and I’ve got to start somewhere.”
He’s really killing the vibe here. “I’m proud of you, but hurry up, ok.”
“I’ve got this. When are you coming home?”
I glance at my girlfriend, her pink center ready for the taking. “It will be awhile.” And I hang up.
“Better?”
Kayta nods.
“Now take off your shirt and bra.”
I start unbuttoning my shirt slowly and with precision. Katya’s fingers work equally slowly, like she’s trying to match my pace. “My love,” I try the name out. “This is not an evening where you’re in control.” She swallows. My voice is dark. “I want to see your breasts out and your hands busy squeezing and playing with them in the next few seconds.”
She lifts her shirt over her head and reaches behind her. Her bra falls off her shoulders and slides down her arms. She’s naked except for her heels, her skirt tucked into the waistband, creating a black band just above her hips. She teases me as she traces the curves of her breasts, her touch light but sensual.
I finish unbuttoning my shirt and say, “A long time ago, I knew the kind of man I was, what I wanted and how to take it.” Katya squeezes her breasts harder, teasing her nipples in circular motions. “Before Sveti’s indiscretions chipped away at my mind and brought in new insecurities.”
She stops massaging her body and watches me.
“I didn’t say to stop.”
Katya blinks and swallows, then continues to play.
“And you. I was too scared of losing you, and I didn’t want to give in to my darker feelings.” I pull off my shirt and toss it to the ground. “But after a year of secret meetups, and an accidental proposal on your part, I can say with confidence that you’re not going anywhere.”
She watches me, hazy-eyed. Her thighs tense, but there’s no relief. I can see from the other side of the room how wet she is.
“You’re mine. Every part of you.”
She closes her eyes and moans as she pinches her nipples. Her arousal grows without me even touching her. The office isn’t that large, taking barely two steps to get close enough to touch her. I stand over her in the space between the two chairs, her body open and aching for me.
Grabbing the back of her head, I lace my fingers through her hair and pull her into a deep kiss. Our tongues wrestle for dominance, but she knows I will win.
When the kiss ends she whispers, “Hi.”
This isn’t a time for our cute rituals. “Your mouth is mine,” I growl, dragging my thumb down her lips. My grip stays on her skull as my free hand covers her own as together we roll and tweak one of her nipples. “Your breasts are mine.” Clamping around on her nipple, she cries out, more of surprise than pain. “Harder,” I whisper in her ear, and my lips follow the path my hand did.
She moans as she tries to follow my instructions, her hips gyrating as she tries to press her body against mine to ease some of the building tension building up.
“No,” I growl in her ear as she whimpers. My free hand slides two fingers into her wet entrance. “This pussy is mine.”
She cries out, then moans, “Yes,” as she gathers her breath.
“Yes what?”
“I’m yours.”
“What else?” My fingers pump inside of her.
She moans louder. “This is your pussy.” She gasps as my thumb brushes against her swollen clit. “Sir,” she adds. The begging starts. “Please, I need you.”
I curl my fingers upward and stroke the spot that makes her go wild. “Are you going to come on my fingers?”
She whimpers and whines, but no answer leaves her lips. Her motion around her breast slows and my lips wrap around one hard nipple, switching between sucking and biting. She cries out again as I demand, “That’s how hard I want you pinching and playing. Do you feel it in your clit?”
Her panting and gasping fills my ears. “Yes.” She moans louder and my fingers freeze.
“Yes what?”
She whimpers, “Yes, sir.”
I return to fingering her, stroking her G-spot faster. Her pussy pulses, and everything tenses as her muscles tighten around my fingers. “Come on my fingers like a good girl.”
She tries to toss her head back, but I tighten my grip, forcing her to stay and take on the pleasure without any escape.
She comes down from her high and locks a hazy gaze with mine. “Thank you…” she whispers, and adds, “Sir.”
Sliding my fingers out, I lift them to her lips. “Taste what’s mine.”
Her eyes widen, but she complies and licks my fingers until the sticky sweetness is gone. She gazes at me, pleading for praise.
“Good girl.”
I step away and move her legs off the chairs and lift her off the desk.
She whispers, “I like this side of you.”
That’s more than what I need to see how far she's willing to push herself. “Five minutes with the real me and you’re naked in a strange office with a swollen pussy and you want more, don’t you.”
“God, yes, Sir,” she mewls with need. In all the times we’ve been together, she’s never been like this.
“When we were together before, I never truly acted out my fantasies.”
She starts panting again, breathing heavy with need. “You never acted out my fantasies either.”
“Mine first, yours next time.” My thumb drags down her cheek as I whisper, “If it’s too much, tell me to stop. I won’t be mad, and it won’t change how I feel about you. ” Kissing her neck, I say, “Tell me you understand.”
She nods. “I understand, Sir.”
A small growl escapes me as I spin her around and press her stomach to the desk, leaving her ass and dripping pussy fully exposed. I rub small circles on her ass cheek. “You used to flirt with the customers to piss me off.” My hand smacks her rear end and she yelps. “That little stunt you pulled with Uri, making me think you two slept together.” Two spanks, one on each cheek. She moans and tries to squirm away, but my free hand presses against her back. “The moment you walked into my club with another man.” Another pair of rapid spanks on each cheek, her creamy skin turning warm and pink with each successive slap. “You put yourself in danger every day.” My hand makes contact at the top of her thigh.
I rub my cock over my pants, looking at the art I’ve made on her skin. Red marks spot her perfect ass. Her ass and pussy are a gradient of pink, her slickness making her body shine. Two fingers slide in without resistance. “God Katya, you’re so fucking wet.”
“Yes, Sir.” She gasps as I pump my fingers.
Pinning one hand on her lower back, I lean in and whisper, “You can take more.” A third finger enters her as her pussy’s soft walls tighten.
The way her body responds to every motion sends me to a forbidden place. “I want to take you to the club and fuck you on every piece of equipment we have. But no one gets to watch,” I growl as her body gets closer to the edge. And I take my fingers out and spank her ass one more time. “You’re only for me.”
She cries out. “I’m so close. Please.”
“I know you are.” I drop to my knees and spread her wider. Starting at her clit, I roll my tongue on it as I taste and drink from her pussy. My tongue enters her over and over again as she cries and whimpers. “But this is my pussy, and I’ll drink when I want.”
“Dimitri,” She calls out as her body tenses again.
I pull away, letting her body cool as she cries out in frustration. This is her punishment for the years of torment she gave me.
“You bastard.” She curses at me and it makes me wait longer.
Once her breathing slows, I return to sucking on her clit and fucking her pussy with my tongue. This time, I lick further up around the pucker’s circular skin. Every part of her breathing changes as her gasps get shorter and more erratic.
I take out my dick and line it up with her entrance. “This. Is. Mine,” I say, slamming into her with every word. “And you’re going to come on my cock.”
She breaks and screams as her arousal floods around my shaft. My hand lands on her ass again with a loud smack. “I’ll fucking gag you if you get us caught.”
I pull out to the edge of her entrance, waiting for her to catch her breath.
She whispers, “More.”
“Damn, Katya, such a little whore, aren’t you.” I slam back into her, taking her as deep as she’ll allow me. “Whose slut are you?”
“Yours,” she gasps as I continue to fuck her. Her body takes me and demands more. One last time, I pull out, and she hisses in frustration. This time, my fingers dive into her wetness and I drag it up the peak of the valley between her cheeks.
“You still need more?” I slide my cock back in its rightful place. “I’m giving you everything, and you still demand more.”
She whimpers and squirms, trying to escape my grip. “Yes, Sir,” she says on the edge, shattering fully. My finger pierces through her puckered hole and my other hand reaches around to play with her clit. My cock fucking her, my finger sliding in and out of her tight asshole, and my other hand swirling her clit in a rhythm, her moaning sounds more like a prayer to God.
“All the shit you’ve pulled, and I still love you.”
Her body swells and she comes all around me as the fullness of my load fills her. Until I collapse on her. Slowly, I kiss her back and up her neck. Her breathing is erratic and she’s sniffling. Lifting her up by the waist, I hold her, but something’s wrong. Her breaths are still too short.
“Katya?”
She doesn’t want to move at first, but I turn her around. Her eyes are red and watery, her lips are quivering. She’s crying.
“Oh my god, baby I’m so sorry.” Her chest is red, but I can’t tell if she’s bruised. My hands search her body for injuries. “I’m so sorry I hurt you.” It was too much for her. I hurt the one person I have left. I want to throw up.
She wraps her arms around her waist and squeaky noises come out.
“I didn’t know.” Rationalize. If she had told me to stop, I would’ve. But I put her in a situation where she didn’t feel safe to tell me. I’ve been around enough Doms to know that’s a massive fuck up.
“Where are you hurt?” Her thighs are red from where they met the desk. Is she going to bruise?
She shakes her head. Did she hurt her vocal cords?
I pull her into my chest and stroke her hair, repeating an apology to her in English, Russian, and even French.
Between her sobs she gasps, “I’m not hurt.”
Ok, she didn’t like it. “I’m sorry it was rough, or scary.”
I look around the office to see if there’s any water. Nothing. I pull her skirt from around her waist to protect her most personal parts from the outside world. Reaching behind her, I grab her shirt as I try to dress her. But she’s still crying and she’s not at all helpful when it comes to getting her clothes back on her.
“Baby please, I need to know what’s wrong.” My little otter never cries. Or when she does, it’s not in front of me.
She takes small, controlled breaths. “I liked it.”
Ok, that’s some relief, but not enough. I lead her to a chair and make her sit as I pull on my pants. Then I stroke her hair until she can talk.
“You’re The Octopus,” she says, like this explains the last five minutes. Minutes that are easily in the top five most terrifying moments of my dramatic life.
“Huh?”
She wipes her face with the palm of her hand. “You’ve spent the last year rescuing women from sex dens controlled by The Deviant. You have a great kid, you’re thriving in an impossible situation, and you love me. Me!” her head hangs as she whispers, “I ran away from you because I thought it was the only way to keep you safe. But you don’t need me to keep you safe, and it was all useless. I wasted our time.”
“But you’re making the world safer. You’re doing important things. You’re serving your country and building a future for Ian.” I don’t understand why she’s upset.
She buttons up her shirt. “In the eyes of the law and morality, you are a bad person who is doing good things and making a clear and visible difference in the world. And according to the same laws, I’m a good person who is doing terrible things in order to make the world better, and I have nothing to show for it.” She’s quiet for a few moments. Maybe she’s going to leave it there. But then she says, “And now I’ve ruined our life-altering sex with an existential crisis,” she pauses and looks around, “in a hotel office.” She furrows her brows. “Did the hotel not have any rooms?”
“Um, I didn’t check.”
She motions around the space. “Why here?”
I swallow and sit back a little, out of potential harm’s range. “Um, I wanted to fuck you against a desk.”
She nods. “And you’ve had that fantasy for years now.”
“Yeah.” I bite my lip.
“And you chose today to act on it.”
Ok, now this is getting rough. “Yes. I wasn’t expecting to see you, and I was in a good mood, and for once things weren’t total shit at home.”
“Hmm.” she finishes buttoning up. “Isn’t there a desk where you work… where we would’ve had access to all the sexy stuff?”
“Yes. I’m beginning to see the problem here.”
“I love you, too, but you are terrible at planning,” she says as she pulls her skirt some more. “Are you going to take us to Ikea for our anniversary?” She pauses. “I mean, that might not be a bad idea. Lots of desks, and the food is cheap but shockingly good.”
I sit on the floor with my knees to my chest, grinning like a fool. “You said you love me.”
She shrugs. “You’ve been dropping it in casual conversation for a while now, I’m just slow to say it.”
The evening replays in my head. “We need new burner phones.”
Katya nods. “I’ll get on that.” She pushes my hair off my face. “You should check on Izzy.”
Getting up off the floor seems like a monumental effort. My knees crack and my thighs burn. I need to do more cardio. My phone seems so far away in my jacket pocket, and it’s all the way across the room. A whole two steps away. Ugh.
I call Uri. “How’s Izzy?”
He’s silent for a moment. “Shit! I’ll call you back.”
My girlfriend sighs as she lifts herself off the chair. “That doesn’t bode well.”
We collect our things and head back to the lobby. At three in the morning, there’s no one here. My phone rings again.
Uri gasps. “They’re moving her to a safe house.”
“What the fuck happened?”
“Long story short, her ex came by a little while ago and nailed a dead cat to her door.”
Katya grabs my arm. “What? How do you know all this?”
Uri sighs. “I called Markus. He works for Mastodon. But we got to talking and I forgot.”
“Where was he?”
Uri whispers, “This is gonna sound bad… but he was in Izzy's apartment, on security duty.”
Katya pinches the bridge of her nose, and I can’t tell if she’s making fun of me or not. “Oh for fuck’s sake. How the hell did any of you survive this long?” She shakes her head. “You’re all easily distracted and terrible planners, but somehow you’ve been part of not one but two successful criminal empires?”
Uri speaks up. “Technically speaking, the Four Families are four different criminal empires.”
My girl is unimpressed.